"My life is very monotonous. I catch chickens and people catch me. All chickens are the same and all people are the same. So I get a little bored. But if you tame me, my life will be the same." Must be happy... ”
Joanna Pakula was sitting on the beach mat, holding a thin volume of "The Little Prince" in her hand, reading slowly and softly, her voice was calm with a reassuring charm, and her voice followed the afternoon light The wind scattered randomly, blending with the sound of the waves not far away.
This is the private beach of a manor in East Hampton, Long Island. A beach mat is spread on the pure white sand, and a parasol stands behind it to block most of the scorching sun in the afternoon. There is a small round table next to the beach mat. Put some snacks and drinks.
Eric, who was only wearing a pair of beach shorts, was lying relaxed not far from Joanna with his arms under his pillow, his eyes narrowed, wondering if he was asleep. There was a distance of more than half a meter between the two, covered with thick blankets, two cute little guys were lying on the blankets, Kevin, who was close to Eric, closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, whistling big sleep. Hawaii beside Joanna opened the clean eyes unique to babies, looking at the book in her mother's hand with agility, and only blinked a few times when Joanna occasionally turned the pages, as if urging something.
◎∨, after leaving Los Angeles for a week, Eric turned off his mobile phone, stopped reading the recent annoying newspapers, and stopped thinking too much about the company’s affairs. Part of the energy is put on the two little guys, and it seems that they are developing in the direction of full-time dads.
Joanna read another page, and reached out to run her daughter's soft blond hair beside her. He looked at Eric who was not far away with satisfaction. Only then continued to read softly. Walked out of the Polish National Theater Academy in his early twenties. Chased fame and fortune, encountered ups and downs, had small glory, and experienced great disappointment, like a boat lost in the ocean, drifting, at the age of thirty-five, finally leaned on a calm harbor surrounded by mountains on three sides . Although it is only seven points perfect, it is no longer demanding.
Even if the sudden disappearance after "Tornado" caused media speculation, surprise, ridicule and ridicule, Joanna was always at ease, because she knew that there was a little man who would protect their mother and daughter very well.
He did protect them well.
After reading for a while, Joanna heard a voice behind her and turned her head to see a tall figure in a T-shirt and hot pants walking towards this side on the stone steps connecting the beach and the manor.
The girl saw Joanna looking at her, waved her hand, walked down the steps, took off her high heels and put them aside. Walking quickly on the fine sand, he squatted down beside Joanna. He wrapped his arms around her neck and made a kiss kiss, leaned over and gently pecked on Hawaii's little cheek, then reached out and pinched Kevin's fleshy cheek before standing up.
Joanna watched her younger sister move towards Eric after finishing all these, and some helplessness flashed in her eyes: "Ava, you said that you want to participate in the Fashion Week show, shouldn't you be training now?"
Eva Pakula finally successfully completed the immigration with the help of her sister a few months ago. Although she is 14 years younger than Joanna, Eva Pakula is also a beautiful embryo. With Emily's help, Ava Pakula quickly signed a contract with a modeling agency, and recently received an invitation from Emily's family's fashion company to run a catwalk in New York Fashion Week in September.
"I'm here for work," Eva Pakula said, picked up the cup on the small round table and poured herself a glass of juice, lay down on the beach mat next to Eric, and scratched his ear A strand of blond hair beside him stroked Eric's face lightly.
Just as Joanna was about to stop her sister's movement with some dissatisfaction, Eric shook his head and woke up.
Seeing Eric open his eyes, Eva Pakula immediately let go of the hair in his hands, and greeted casually: "Hi, Eric."
Eric touched his cheek subconsciously, and when he saw the girl beside him greet him, he understood it. He sat up and was about to say hello to Eva Pakula, when the cry of a baby came from beside him. Originally, because his mother stopped reading, Hawaii, who was about to close his eyes and take a nap, heard his brother crying, and started crying too.
Eric didn't have time to pay attention to Eva, and he and Joanna hurriedly picked up the two little guys one by one. Eric checked briefly and said, "It's pee, Joan, let's go back."
Eva Pakula leaned over with a guilty conscience and said, "Eric, do you want me to help?"
Eric pointed to the blanket on the beach mat: "Take this back, don't worry about the rest, let the servant come and clean it up."
Eva Pakula nodded, knelt down and folded the blanket, and when she got up, Eric and Joanna had already walked to the stone steps not far away, followed quickly, went to the stone steps and put on their clothes Wearing high-heeled shoes, she walked all the way to the manor along the dense bush corridor, looking at the surrounding environment shaded by green trees and the luxurious villa not far away, Ava Pakula felt uncontrollable envy in her heart.
After only a few months in the United States, Eva Pakula had a deep understanding of how rich this little man is. In order to protect the two women and children from being disturbed as much as possible, Eric bought six large and small estates in Southampton and East Hampton. Ava Pakula had just arrived in the United States for a few months. When time lived with Joanna, she moved several times with her sister whom she had not seen for many years.
However, before Eva Pakula had time to adapt to this luxurious life, Joanna drove her to Manhattan to participate in modeling training. Girls who can only live in the basement are a hundred times better, but Eva hopes to live in such a spacious and luxurious manor with servants all the time.
Due to some easily seen through psychology, after Eric came to Long Island, Eva has returned from Manhattan three times in just one week, which is why Joanna felt helpless just now.
When Joanna gets along with Eric, because of Eric's mature temperament, they feel that they are completely the same age. But although Eva is only one year younger than Eric. Joanna's emotions towards her are more like treating her daughter. There is pity and pampering, and there is helplessness in the face of her sister's small thoughts. While Joanna could accept serving Eric with Virginia, she had a hard time imagining what it would be like for her sister to be with Eric.
Virginia didn't have Joanna's calm temperament. After recovering for a few months after giving birth, she soon accepted another film contract. Now she has gone out to film, and Eric didn't come. Both little ones are cared for by Joanna and a couple of nannies.
Arriving at the villa, she put her daughter to sleep carefully on the crib, and ordered a nanny to watch over her carefully. Only then did Joanna come to Eric, who was changing Kevin's diaper, and looked worriedly at the mess everywhere in the hall. Turning sister, Joanna lightly patted Eric on the arm.
"What's wrong?" Eric still carefully helped his son wipe his body, and asked casually without raising his head.
"Eric, you... don't provoke Eva, okay?"
Eric smiled, changed his son's diaper, and stretched out his hand to gently scratch the little guy's belly. Said: "You obviously saw it, your sister is provoking me."
Joanna frowned. Just about to say something. Eric turned around and hugged the woman in his arms, patted her on the back, and said, "Don't worry, I promise you."
Joanna couldn't believe it: "You didn't lie to me?"
Eric smiled, let go of Joanna, picked up his son who was still thrashing about on his legs, and softly coaxed him, saying, "Why should I lie to you?"
Joanna turned her head to look at her younger sister who was standing on the west side of the hall looking at an oil painting on the wall, and suddenly asked, "Isn't Aiwa not beautiful enough?"
Eva Pakula is of course very beautiful, but Eric always feels that Ava Pakula does not have Joanna's temperament that has been cultivated through the years, so he does not have any other thoughts.
However, Eric would not say his evaluation frankly, but just shook his head with a smile: "Oh, you women, your mind is always so strange."
Joanna also felt that her question was a bit inappropriate, a blushing blushed on her cheeks, and she slapped Eric who was still smirking: "It's not all your fault."
Eric watched his son narrow his eyes again, handed it over to the nanny, and walked upstairs: "I'll take a shower first."
When they went downstairs again, the two sisters sat side by side on the sofa in the living room and flipped through a magazine. Eric said hello to Eva, made the coffee himself, and then walked to the sofa with the tray in his hand and sat down, and poured coffee out of several cups.
After chatting with her sister for a while, Eva Pakula raised her head and asked, "Eric, are you free recently?"
Eric handed the steaming coffee to the two women and said with a smile, "Of course I'm free. Do you need my help?"
"That's right, Emily asked me to invite you to her company's fashion show at Fashion Week."
Eric remembers the last time I occasionally heard Eva say that she would participate in the New York Fashion Week catwalk that started on September 10th. Hearing this invitation, he immediately lost interest. Not to mention that Eric knew nothing about fashion catwalks, even if he went , is also completely in the state of a dog looking at the stars, and, more importantly, in Eric's impression, the fashion shows of several major fashion weeks are really nothing to watch, and most of the models' looks do not conform to Eric's aesthetics , a few of them are pleasing to the eye, and it is estimated that they will be dressed up in strange shapes by designers.
"I won't go, I can't appreciate those things," Eric said bluntly, shaking his head.
Seeing Eric's refusal so simply, Eva Pakula immediately showed a pitiful expression, and shook Joanna's arm, as if she wanted her sister to back her up.
Joanna had no choice but to say: "Eric, I used to be a model for a while. In fact, many guests in the fashion show don't know much about those arts. The organizer invited them just to increase the fame and attention of the show. Anyway, you don’t have anything to do recently, so just go once, doesn’t Emily’s family’s fashion company still have your shares?”
Eric held the coffee and listened to Joanna, and nodded readily: "Okay, I'll go."
Joanna thought that Eric would continue to refuse, and she was still preparing to speak in her heart. When she heard him agreeing so simply, she was taken aback, and soon understood what was going on, and smiled lightly. But the younger sister beside her involuntarily groaned, and her arms around Joanna shook wildly again: "Joan, look at him, he must have done it on purpose."
Eric raised his head and gave Eva a surprised expression, as if to say, 'I'm so secretive that you found out'.
Eva Pakula rolled her eyes, but took out the invitation letter she had prepared earlier from the bag she was carrying and handed it over, and said to Joanna, "Joan, you can go together too."
Joanna stretched out her hand to help the little girl trim the hair next to her ear, and said, "Who will take care of the two babies when I go?"
Eva pointed to the nanny who was guarding the two little ones in the baby room: "Can't they?"
Joanna just shook her head slightly.
Seeing Joanna's refusal, Eva Pakula stopped persuading her, and immediately turned to the man on the opposite side: "Eric, can I play with you then?"
Eric wondered: "What?"
"I mean go out with you and ask someone to take some pictures for you, do you think it's okay?"
"Why?"
Eva said unabashedly: "Because you are very famous, if I appear with you, then I, an unknown person, will soon become famous."
Eric looked at Joanna, saw the woman smiled and said nothing, so he nodded: "Okay, but I don't have a very good reputation, so be careful that others will write indiscriminately."
Eva Pakula even had some expectation in her heart that it would be like this, and immediately waved her hand readily when she heard Eric's words, and said, "Don't worry, I won't mind."
Eric opened the invitation letter and looked at it. The time was September 12th. He came to Long Island to rest for a week. Eric's original inexplicable emotions had dissipated a lot. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a movie It should have been produced in New York during this period. After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that it turned out to be the famous "The Killer Is Not So Cold" by Luc Besson.
Although he chose to co-produce this film with Gaumont Company, Eric did not intervene too much, and even forgot about this famous film for a long time. According to the preparation progress, this film may have already started make.
Perhaps while participating in the fashion week, you can go to the studio to have a look, but Eric suddenly thought, who does not know this time and space, who is that loli. (To be continued..)
ps: I recently changed my avatar, which is Sister Pakula, you can take a look if you are curious.